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The Way

04/28/2026 14:58h
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter. Grease is the word; grease is the way I am feeling. Real life emergencies or flubbing behind the scenes. As a child, I was abandoned in a story made of trees. Here’s the small gasp of this clearing come “upon” “again”